Life Beneath The Words At Play

Good people do bad things

"I'm a good person, but sometimes good people do bad things." -but that's a lie.

You didn't have to hurt.
You had no reason for your actions other than to please your greed and senses that are only satisfied by the inflicted pain you bring upon others you claim to love and care for.

I thought I was yours forever. Looks like I was wrong.

I thought you were going to be mine for an eternity. I was entirely  disproven.

Instead of sulking in your blood, I'll go back to wearing only white. Recleansed of all things you've done to me and to those who used surrounded me.

I went back into my white dress, praying for a good man.

"Make him somewhat a saint. I don't care if he'll never beg for my forgiveness. I'll still stay, this time I promise." I ask, looking up at the pale blue skies.

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Knocking down my door to tell me I'm still yours, but I already let you go.
Wide-eyed, I stare right through the ghost of you.

"Reegnite our fire and find just how bad I can be." You whisper in my ear.

I'm not sure if I should let you go or take you up for what you say.
At least you're no longer a liar.

You take my hand and burn a heart-shaped map into the palm on my right side.

I know the way, but you're the one who knows everything, so I let you lead the way.

You blind my sight with a black rope tied around my neck and tell me to walk.
I trust you, but you let go of my hand, and I feel myself fall down past the ground and right into hell.

I dangle from heavens as my toes touch the ash and fire.
My white dress is blazing red and no longer my holy symbol, but an emblem of my own mistaken faith in a man I thought had changed.

But that won't stop me from giving him a third chance.

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He tells me he found the light within me.
I was his goddess, so I blessed his black charred heart.

Suddenly, he's not just mine, but another woman's too.

He should know I'm not a woman who shares her food.
I eat him all up before she can take another bite.

I swallowed him whole and left her only the bones to drum to her own beating agony.

"Oh, what sweet music they make together. It sounds so infernal." His bones clatter, and her screams rhyme with the musicality of her rapidly beating heart that seems to be on the run.

She no longer craves his searing knife or sharp tone he used to cut our throats.

"We're good people that were forced to do bad things." I tell her as I release my hand off the trigger and watch her plummet down deep into the dark well.

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This was pretty dark, but I'm still very happy with it. It's like a short story.

For those who may have gotten a bit confused or want to know what the "story" or meaning is:

Story: Woman dates a toxic, manipulative, and abusive man, and he breaks up with her. She looks for another man just to repeat the same pattern with the old partner again. He manipulates her into giving him another chance and ends up using her and leaving her. He says he finally changed after she let him back into her light. She was going to "change" him into a "good" man. He cheats on her, so she kills him and might say she literally eats him and only leaves the bones for the other woman to find to which she also kills her and leaves all the remains of them in a well, because that's the closest thing to hell on earth to her. I could go into more detail, but I feel this should explain the gist of it.

Meaning: When one gets stuck in a repeating toxic and abusive cycle and it's hard to get out of.